Family Matters Pt. II

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B.Keyz

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I'd like to welcome y'all to the dark side 
Where in the night we all come alive 
Living right I ain't won a prize 
But a stick up might get me 100 pies
Sticking with it I been ill-advised 
But we almost there I can feel the pile
Just want the money so stand aside
If you get in my way I might kill a guy
Feeling a way bout my little guy
My son ain't no older than 4 or 5
He been living with me for the shortest time 
But his momma tripping she been getting high
I see it all in shorty's eyes 
Dilated pupils they open wide
Way too gone to live a sober life
He is too small to vocalize
But let's take it back to the other side
The plan was properly organized
If shit don't go through I'll be mortified 
Gotta silencer stuck to the .45
But if it go well I'll be more than live
King of my hood I'll be glorified
But my stomach turning feeling horrified
Cause this store is about to get more than robbed

I dont know how the f*ck I got here
I got no job and multiple felonies, so nobody's ever gonna give me a job
I'm damn near homeless
I got one kid and another kid on the way
But if you ain't never been in my shoes, how are you gonna tell me what I'm doing is wrong
I gotta get this money

Ain't got much to say to God
Don't often pray but 
I been kneeling lately
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want 
But never know where it might take me
Way too hard to punch a card the money slow
I know it won't save me
These the streets that once raised me
Man this life of mine is so crazy

Salutations from the other side
I know one day it's gon come a time
I'ma have explain to this son of mine
But maybe I'll do it Some other time
Know he gon' wonder what good am I
Or why would I ever commit this crime 
Hope he understands that I was only tryna
Give a better life that's bottom line 
But let's take it back to the dark side 
Where bullets flying we don't run and hide
And all of the niggas that's in this ride
They been getting work but ain't none applied
Usually solo when plotting mine
When niggas get pressed they be dropping dimes
No matter the sum they gon' split the pie 
Cuz they needed a whip they could hop inside
I know I don't got a lot of time
Son is crying you ain't got a dime
So what you gon do, there's a strong sign 
Cause the pressure gon' feel like you hog tied
All I see is these dollar signs
And I hear is this child of mine
Last chance for me to change my life
Cause to sit in jail I ain't qualified

So heres the deal and stay focused
Me and you got the front
Nigga you got the back
Chaz you got the wheel
Mask and gloves
Keep it clean but don't let nobody stall the money
We got two minutes in and out max, let's go

Pull up to the bank I'm withdrawing like ATM
It's already loaded and cocked
I pull it and pop it it's louder than stadiums
Yea I'm in the spot
If I see a cop, ain't no one stopping or saving em
They gon get shot 
The bullet get lodged as deep as the Mediterranean
Believe it or not 
I ain't want this job
Be careful and watch what you say to him
Got nothing to lose
The shortest of fuse
Kill you and a hundred mile radius
See this on the news 
I'm paying my dues 
And doing it all for my child
I'm violent I'm young and I'm wild
Ain't no turning down
You catch me you take it to trial 
Just know that it's gon be a while

Ain't got much to say to God
Don't often pray but 
I been kneeling lately
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want 
But never know where it might take me
Way too hard to punch a card the money slow
I know it won't save me
These the streets that once raised me
Man this life of mine is so crazy

Ain't got much to say to God
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want 

Of course they caught em
And they locked em up for some several years 
No reports about him
Then I grew up and what once were tears 
They resort to problems
Cause all this shit when I count it up
I think you're the solvent
But now I see it from the other side 
I'm in your department 
I'm twenty something tryna make my mark 
But won't aim at targets
No squeezing nines 
This seasons mine and I came to harvest 
And speak my mind over 
Instrumentals that bang the hardest
Gotta thank my pops
Cause he made an artist

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